Cancer la san stadiul 3
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Iael spune:
Exista clinici care ofera consultatie senologica ,dar este si Centrul Renasterea -acolo se ofera chiar gratuit consultatii si mamografie .
denisabia spune:
Xio te cred ca asa e normal sa fie si ca voi studentii o puneti si in practica.E strict parerea mea eu sunt Toma necredinciosul in chestii asa serioase.Nu mi se pare normal sa astept un control periodic la ginecolog care poate il amani nu stiu cat timp si sa imi depisteze o formatiune nodulara de cativa cm, eventual cu o adenopatie axilara.Prefer ecografia care sa-mi ofere informatii mai exacte, nu ma rezum la o palpare in cadrul unui examen obiectiv.Adica ideea e sa preintampinam, nu sa depistam un cancer in diverse stadii si afectiuniunile benigne trebuie urmarite de asemenea.Cunosc multe fete de varsta mea cu probleme in patologia sanului si multe nu merg la medic decat impinse.Sincer e nevoie de mai multa informare in randul pacientilor.
De ce prefer un oncolog, fiindca as avea mai multa incredere in diagnosticul lui prezumtiv, desi stiu ca e peste mana sa ajungi la el.Doar cele care trec prin astfel de probleme stiu ce e in sufletul unei femei, cand depisteaza o afectiune mamara.
kiki1970 spune:
Multa sanatate la toata lumea!
Eu am tot scris la toate subiectele legate de aceasta boala. La varsta de 28 ani am descoperit in timpul unui dus un nodul la san. M-am dus imediat si am facut mamografie la care mi-au spus sa stau linistita ca nu este nimic malign, apoi m-au vazut vreo 3 doctori chirurgi, printre care unul de la Fundeni si mi-au spus acelasi lucru. Apoi am facut si o ecografie unde mi s-a spus acelasi lucru ca nu este nimic malign si sa mai revin la controale peste 6 luni. Dar avand un medic ginecolog foarte bun, Dr.Serban Mariana, in care am foarte mare incredere, m-am dus si la ea. A fost singura care a spus ca ceva nu este in regula ptr ca crescuse putin in 2 saptamani. Tot ea m-a operat si atunci au constatat ca a fost maligna tumora. Eu nu cred ca cineva iti poate spune sa-ti faci mastectomie la ambii sani, avand probleme doar la unul. Mie mi s-a recomandat mastectomia la sanul afectat. Acum dupa 1 an si jumatate analizele imi ies super bine, si am deja plete ondulate. Este o experienta grea dar peste care putem trece cu mult optimism.
Deci sfatul meu duceti-va la cat mai multi doctori daca descoperiti ceva suspect. Din experienta mea am constatat ca doar operatia mi-a putut spune exact ce a fost.
Multa sanatate tuturor si sper ca nu va sperii prea tare ci doar cat sa fie un semnal de alarma ptr toate.
larissa_79 spune:
Fetele imi puteti recomanda un dr mamograf bun in Bucuresti? Trebuie sa mearga mama mea la un control periodic si nu stiu unde sa o duc. Ea a mai fost la dr Frunza Ana Maria la Medsana dar acum este in concediu. As vrea o clinica privata ceva ca mama vine din provincie si fara trimitere. Va multumesc anticipat de raspuns si multa sanatate tuturor! 
Larisa si Alexia 
(13 iulie 2006)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/32393475@N00/
S-o ajutam pe Alexia!
linasobolina spune:
Sa ma bag si eu in vorba
La cabinetul ginecologic, privat, daca va uitati pe lista de preturi veti vedea asa:
* consultatie ginecologica......? lei
* contro;l mamar....?lei
* ecografie gineco....?lei
* Papanicolau....?;lei
ceea ce vreau eu sa zic este ca nu iti face automat medicul control mamar, si daca il face il taxeaza separat, deci elkpoate fi facut la cerere sau daca medicul considera ca este cazul
In rest ... eu luni merg la cutit si Dumnezeu cu mila, ce-o fi o fi!
Nicoleta spune:
Doamne-ajuta!
Nicoleta, mama lui Stefan 
si a lui Matei 
Lemoni spune:
Lina operatia cica este cea mai usoara ! O sa ma gandesc la tine. doamne ajuta sa fie totul bine.Sa da-i de veste cat poti de repede.
Loma spune:
Lina iti tinem pumnii si il rugam pe Doamne Doamne sa fie bine.
Lemoni, am citit pe paginile anterioare ca si tu iti faci niste investigatii, iti tin pumnii si tie si sa dea Dumnezeu sa fii free of cancer.Loma
Elle_seb spune:
Vreau sa impartasesc cu voi o serie de informatii pe care poate le veti considera utile. Interesul meu nu e de a face reclama, vreau doar sa aflati ca exista un produs care va poate ajuta foarte mult in lupta cu cancerul si alte afectiuni cronice.
El se gaseste deocamdata doar pe piata Americii de Nord si se numeste Immunocal. Produsul este listat in cartea medicilor din Canada si USA si in cartea farmacistilor si este recomandat in Canada pacientilor, alaturi de chimoterapie, in lupta lor impotriva cancerului.
Printre numeroasele persoane care s-au vindecat de cancer, urmand tratamente cu Immunocal se numara si sotul lui Celine Dion. Detalii aici: http://www.medkb.com/Uwe/Forum.aspx/cancer-forum/1031/A-Cancer-story-that-needs-to-be-told
Aici gasiti detalii vis-a-vis de acest produs: http://www.drugs.com/pdr/immunocal-powder-sachets.html
Detalii cu privire la cercetarile stiintifice gasiti aici:
http://www.immunotec.com/IRL/Public/en/USA/science_research.wcp?&site=migpro
http://www.immunotec.com/IRL/Public/en/USA/Research_GlutaHealth.pdf
Mai departe voi posta marturia unuia dintre persoanele care s-au vindecat de cancer cu Immunocal (imi pare rau ca este in engleza, nu am deocamdata in ro).
Elle
Elle_seb spune:
Numele lui este Harold Jansma, iar mai jos este povestea lui:
"This is a special story written by Harold Jansma, based on his life and death experience with an inoperable brain tumor. He shares his feelings, as expressed by an individual at 40 years old, with 5 young children, a happy marriage, a flourishing wood working business and a future full of hopes and dreams that was suddenly shattered when he was told he only had a few weeks to live. Stories like Harold’s are why we feel it is our duty to share with the world, the unprecedented discovery that will be sure to change the way we tackle the diseases of aging in the decades to come. Thank You for sharing this incredible story with the world, Harold.
This is about having faith in a medical research scientist
at Immunotec Research who has dedicated his life to an
amazing discovery that allowed me to save mine.
It all started in June 1999. I was 40 years old and in
good health (or so I thought other than the stress
headaches that most businessmen get when they are
over worked) I had a wife, 5 young children and a very
busy woodworking business. Life was good and I was
happy. I couldn’t have asked for anything more BUT
then it happened. I was home alone one evening, my
wife was out at a school function with the kids. I would
have gone but I had to work late. I was really tired and
decided to lie down for a while so proceeded to go
upstairs when I started to lose focus, then feeling and
then consciousness. The next thing I remember is the
kids and my wife being around me at the bottom of the
stairs. A little sore from the fall, they helped me to the
living room so I could regain my strength. In my mind, I
knew this wasn’t right. Something had to be wrong. It’s
been going on for about a month now and getting
worse, the headaches and nausea, feelings of numbness
in my hands, arms, and legs. I hoped that it would just
go away; I was eating Tylenol 3’s like candy. Being only
40, I denied the possibility of anything being wrong. I
felt like I was still in my prime. I was strong enough to
take some pain. It wasn’t going to stop me. Besides, my
life was great so what if I had a few headaches, big
deal, I’ll deal with it. Pop a few pills… good to go.
I guess my biggest mistake was to think I was invincible,
that I didn’t need a doctor. Besides, I thought most
doctors were over-rated and all they did was push pills.
But, after this event it was clear to me that I should go.
So, I made the appointment.
I entered the doctor’s office facing a child with the
biggest smile I’ve ever seen and it made me think of my
own. When I was called in, I told the doctor what was
going on and about my episode the previous night. He
did some routine tests and checks, more like a physical,
then said, “Well, by what you’re telling me and from
what I can tell it seems as if you may have had a mild
stroke. So we’ll make some appointments for some tests
at the hospital and go from there.” “Okay,” I said not
really expecting anything out of the ordinary because I
didn’t feel too bad and he seemed so calm about the
whole thing.
Over the course of the next few weeks I had some tests
done at our local hospital, then a phone call for another
test, then another and another and finally an MRI. It
was 2 days after my MRI when the doctor called, “We
need to talk Harold, about your results. I’ll set it up for
tomorrow at 10.” “Okay,” I said.
Let me tell you, the next day couldn’t come fast enough.
I was curious to know. I thought about everything that
might have something to do with a stroke. I knew that I
had worked long and hard, maybe I didn’t eat properly
for a while and maybe I should slow down a bit but
come on, I’m only 40.
The worst thing about not knowing is the way your
imagination takes over. Throughout the whole night, my
thoughts were running rampant. What if there was
something wrong with my heart? Heart murmur? Heart
disease? Did I miss a beat maybe? Is that the cause? I
didn’t know.
It brought me to think of things that a man of my age
hopes he will never have to deal with. I prayed for some
guidance, wisdom and healing because until now I guess
I just took things for granted.
I got to the doctor’s office at 10. The nurse said the
doctor had an emergency call at the hospital and
wouldn’t be in for my appointment, however, she gave
me a note for an appointment with a specialist in
Oshawa, Ont. I looked down at it and started to read. I
looked up and she was staring right at me. “What is
this?” I asked. “Your appointment is set for this Friday at
11:00am at the King Street Medical Clinic” she said. I
stared at her in silence. “Do you know where that is,
sir?” she asked. “Sure but why do I need to see him?”
“I’m sure he will explain everything to you at that time,”
she said.
I thought about it on the way back to work. As I was
driving the memory of my dad came to mind. My dad
died on Dec. 5, 1988 from lymph cancer, he was only
52. I tried to stay as calm as possible before I talked to
my wife. That afternoon when I got home, I walked in
the door and there she was. “So, how did it go,” she
asked. Just then, my youngest daughter came running
over to me and I picked her up. “Good, I have to go for
some more tests again but this time in Oshawa.” I told
her about what went on at the doctor’s office and
showed her the note. “I don’t think there’s much to
worry about,” I said. I didn’t talk about it much. Trying
not to raise any questions; however, it was on my mind.
Friday morning 10:45 and I was standing in front of the
clinic. I could remember being there before. As I walked
through the front door, turned left, down the hall to
room 103, the 3rd office and looked at the sign on the
door. Dr. C…, Oncologist. I’ve been here before with my
dad and now I was little concerned! I hesitated for a
second because I knew I had to go in but I didn’t want
to. Well, I went in. The receptionist asked my name and
then told me to have a seat in the waiting room. The
room was empty except for an older couple in the
corner. I guess they were waiting too, because the door
to his office was closed. About 10 minutes later, a young
woman came out with a bandage wrapped around her
head wearing a hat. She was smiling. Hey, a good sign
right?
I took a deep breath and exhaled when he called me in.
He shook my hand and said “Hello Mr. Jansma, have a
seat I’ll be right with you,” then he stepped out. I guess
he had to finish some paper work first. He came in and
asked how I was doing as he sat to read the chart on his
desk. He put his hand to his head and just kept reading.
“How do you feel”? “Okay,” I said. He got up from his
desk, walked over to a bookcase, and grabbed a book
asking more questions “Are your headaches worse in the
morning and then ease off?” “Well ya,” I said. “Have you
been feeling nauseous or vomiting at all?” “Sometimes.”
“Do you lose feeling in your arms and legs?” “Well ya,
but not all the time. Its like they just fall asleep but after
a couple of minutes, I’m ok. What’s going on?” I asked.
All was silent as he read. Then he spoke. “No pain?”
“Not really.” The tone of his voice made me suspect that
there was a problem. Clearing his throat many times, he
proceeded to tell me about how the brain works and its
primary functions. Why is he talking about my brain
when I thought I was here to deal with a mild stroke? I
continued to listen. He went on to talk about how the
brain sometimes causes complications and why they
occur and…hold it! Now I knew I was in trouble.
He carried on with some mumbo-jumbo medical terms
and other jargon, when I interrupted him and said “Doc,
I’m a simple man, just tell me what’s wrong.”
He stared at me and then looked at the chart again. The
silence was killing me. “Well,” I said. The next statement
was one nobody wants to hear in a doctor’s office and I
don’t care who you are. He said, “Harold we found a
large tumor attached to your brain. It’s around the
pineal gland, a tiny organ near the center of the brain. It
has grown into the brain tissue and at this point, it is
3.2cm wide and growing rapidly. This could change in a
week and if its size grows bigger than 5cm it will
become very uncomfortable and painful. Unfortunately,
at this stage there is not a lot we can do.” He continued,
“It’s in an area which it’s extremely difficult to get to.
Surgery is very risky because of how it has grown into
the brain tissue and with surgery the possibility of
permanent brain damage is extremely high.”
He carried on with other procedures they have tried but
I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. I was furious!
Anger had built up inside me and all I wanted to do was
beat the crap out of this guy who had told me
something I didn’t want to hear. “So now what?” I said
in a voice not really my own. I tried to keep my
composure as he discussed chemo and radiation therapy
but I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. I had
blocked it out. My mind was focused on WHY? What did I do to deserve this? I tried to listen but I couldn’t, I
couldn’t focus on our conversation. The memory of my
dad going through the pain and suffering of chemo and
the radiation torture of his disease was enough for me
to say no thanks. I cut into the conversation. “Can I ask
you one question?” I asked. He nodded. “If you say that
you can’t get at this tumor and surgery is high risk then
am I going to survive this?” There was a silence, which
seemed to last forever as he stared at me. He lowered
his head and flipped a page, broke a cough and said,
“Harold, I’m going to be straight with you. I will do
everything in my power to make it as comfortable as
possible for you. There are new experimental
medications coming out all the time.” “What if they don’t
work,” I asked. “We’ll just have to try and hopefully they
do. Some people have had good results with cases
similar to yours but there is still a risk.” “You didn’t
answer my question doc,” I said. He continued, “There
have been cases where patients have survived 6 months
even a year.” “A YEAR?” I asked. “However,” he said, “I
don’t want to get your hopes up because I’m thinking,
by the rapid speed of its growth in such a short time, he
shrugged his shoulders and suggested, maybe 3-6-12
weeks or less but I want you to see a really good friend
of mine who’s a neurosurgeon in the city (Toronto) and
get his opinion.” He said he would make the
arrangements and call me. He tried to comfort me by
saying he was sorry and at the same moment, my hands
went to my face as I looked to the floor. All I could think
about was……I’M GOING TO DIE!!! Why me? I’m not
ready. I’m only 40 and I’m going to die! Man, I wasn’t
ready for this. I wished my wife was there because I
wasn’t expecting anything like this. A couple more tests
would have been fine for me.
Now I have to have the worst conversation of my
life…with...my wife and my family.
The drive back was the blankest event I’ve ever
experienced. I knew that my wife was working at the
time and I knew I had to stop and tell her. I went inside
the store and found her and I guess the look on my face
was enough to stop her in her tracks. “What is it?” she
asked. “I need to talk to you about something really
important,” I said, “but not here. Can you take your
break or something now?” “Ok, just give me a minute,”
she said. “Ok, I’ll wait in the car.” When she came into
the car, my heart felt like it ripped in half. I looked at
her face and met her eyes. “I saw the doctor at 11, well;
he told me something that I didn’t want to hear.”
“What?” She asked. I paused to build up courage to
speak. “He said that I have a brain tumor, and that it
doesn’t look good. He said it’s about 3.2 cm and growing
fast. He said surgery would be very risky because it’s in
a place that’s hard to get at and there’s a chance of
permanent brain damage.” I looked at her and my eyes
filled with tears. “Honey, I’m going to die!” “No,” she said. We both cried as we held each other. Neither one
of us spoke because we couldn’t. Finally, I said, “He said
I could have as much as a year and as little as a week or
less depending on how fast it grows and what it affects.”
I just looked at her and said “Babe, I’m not ready for
this. I don’t want to leave you and the kids. I don’t want
to die! I’m too young.” Time had passed and she didn’t
want to go back to work but we agreed to talk when she
got home. All I could think about was how she would go
on without me. Some of the dumbest thoughts came to
mind as I watched her walk back to the store. Maybe I
shouldn’t have told her about it until she got home but I
needed to say something. She’s all I had and I needed
her. My life had come to a crossroad where I knew that
I would only be able to live day to day. You know, when
you think you’re healthy and all of a sudden your life
changes at the snap of a finger, because of something
you have no control of. It sure makes you think that
life’s not fair. On my way home, I tried to think of every
possible reason why this affliction was happening to me.
There’s a moment in everyone’s life when they want to
grow old with the one they love, see their kids get
married and be able to love their grandchildren. My life’s
dream at this moment has been shattered and my hope
of providing for my family had been crushed. I felt weak
with disappointment and you have no idea of how
unprepared I was for the news I had just received.
At home, I sat in my chair and waited for my wife and
kids to come home. The thoughts that ran through my
mind were plenty. Could you imagine having the one
thing you would never expect being thrown on your
plate and saying to yourself, how am I going to deal
with this? It’s mind-boggling. I watched my kids get off
the bus and enter the house one by one. “Hi Dad,” they
said, “Why are you home so early?” I had to hold my feelings back making sure I wasn’t giving anything away
just yet. As each one gave me a quick hug and then
went on their way to do who knows what, I said, “Oh, I
decided to take some time off today and spend it at
home with you guys, ok.” “Dad can you help me with
my homework?” my oldest son asked. “Sure.” As we sat
at the table, I looked at him and realized that he was a
beautiful piece of work. He was so young and with so
much potential. My eyes were getting heavy and I
couldn’t handle it much longer. My youngest daughter
came running over with a book, “read me a story daddy
please”. I looked at her face full of joy and her smile
was enough to break the front I was trying to play. “Just
a minute honey,” I said, “I just have to run up stairs for
a second to do something.” In my room, I saw our
family portrait and that was all it took.
I fell to my knees and asked, “God, please don’t let me
die.” I’m sorry for all that I’ve done wrong and promise
to change my life. How will my family survive without
me? Why would you put such a burden on my wife with
5 young children? Why must this happen this fast? Why
Lord why?” As I sat there on the edge of my bed and
wept, I didn’t realize 2 of my kids were watching me.
“What’s wrong Dad? Are you all right? Did we do
something wrong?” I turned to them and hugged them
for as long as I could without answering them. The
hardest thing I could ever imagine is not being able to
be there for my family. While I was holding my 2 girls, I
looked up and there was my wife. The look of worry on
her face was so readable, so there. “Girls,” she said,
“Dad and I need to talk. Can you give us a minute or
two please?”
We went into our room and closed the door. She said,
“Explain to me what he said again so I understand.” So I
told her exactly what happened start to finish. I could
see the anxiety in her face as tears began to flow from
her eyes. I held her for a long time in silence because
neither one needed to speak. I can’t imagine the pain I
had just created for her and I felt so sorry.
I was putting my kids to bed that night and watching
them lie there saying their prayers when I realized that
one day in the near future I’d never see them do this
again. That night I was so scared to fall asleep because
I wasn’t sure if I was going to wake up.
My doctor called the next morning and asked me to
come in, he would fit me in. As I was sitting there in his
office and leafing through a magazine, I found a
brochure on IMMUNOCAL from Immunotec Research. It
was slid between the pages. I read it, looked at it and
stuck it in my pocket. I didn’t pay much attention to it at
first but something told me to take it. When I went in to
talk with him, he was reading the results of my MRI and
said that he wanted to start chemo right away and that the specialist had booked several appointments with a
series of specialists in the city. He said that the doctors I
was going to see wanted to monitor the growth and
activity of the tumor because of its size. To see what
can be done. At first, I agreed because in my mind I
needed all the help I could get. I think he had my best
interest in mind because, well, if you can’t trust your
doctor who can you trust?
My first appointment was with a Neurosurgeon in
Toronto. 6 hours I was there. Doing test after test,
monitor after monitor, x-ray after x-ray, wires attached
here, there and everywhere. It was uncomfortable but I
thought that if this would lead to making me better then
I’ll do what I had to do. Once it was over the doctor said
that I should be admitted into the hospital so they could
monitor me through the night and a couple of days
after. I wanted to say yes but I needed to ask one
question first. I told to him that I knew that the tumor
was growing and that it was 3.2cm a week ago and that
I was not sure what the size was now but what exactly
were you going to be able to do for me? I just needed to
know, right? In my mind, if it goes to 5cm I’m dead.
“Good question,” he said. “Well, to start off with the size
has increased some, looking at the chart, 3.8 but we
don’t have any clinical studies over 3.5 for this type of
tumor so that’s why its important for you to be
monitored.” “Well Doc, I have one more question, what
are you going to do to help me?” “At this point,” he said,
“we can’t do a lot except observe and as a last resort
possible, surgery if you’re willing. Your doctor did tell
you about the risk involved, didn’t he?” “Oh ya,” I said
as I rubbed my forehead turning to look at my wife. I
saw her just staring at the floor. I could tell that this
conversation was playing with her emotions. I didn’t
know what to do. “What if I don’t stay?” I asked. “Well,
we would need you back in 2 days minimum to do the
same tests again.” With that, I peeked at my wife and I
agreed to do that. “I’ll have a room ready for you and I’ll
have my secretary let you know what time to be here.”
“Two days, right?” I said. “That’s right,” he said.
One of the things I thought about while I was sitting in
the doctor’s office was the fact that I carried a file to
each one of the tests. Each time I looked at it, it made
me think. All I saw were numbers on colored stickers.
How was I to know that I wasn’t just a number?
The ride home was quiet for both of us. We both knew
that this was going to happen sooner than later and to
be honest I had a hard time with it. I kept getting
angrier because I felt helpless. I couldn’t do anything.
My life was going to end and I couldn’t do a damn thing
about it. How would you feel? I mean emotionally.
Knowing you were going to die in a very short time and not being able to do anything.That night when we got home, we made dinner and as
we were sitting around the table with our kids discussing
their day, my stomach were just tied in knots. There
was a moment in my life and I’m sure in everyone’s life
that is classed second to none. When the quality family
time that is spent around the table at dinner is priceless.
It is an hour that I will remember forever because
laughing, joking around and having some serious
conversations are what grows and keeps a family
together. We were doing the dishes and I looked at my
wife and she smiled back at me, it was then when I
asked her to help me. “What do you want to do,” she
said. “I want to beat this thing!” I told her. “I don’t know
how yet but I am not going to be a lab rat for some
experimental medications and data observations. I don’t
want to die in a hospital. If I am going to die, I’m going
to do it fighting. Honey, you know I’m not a quitter.”
She agreed. “But what are we going to do?” she asked. I
thought for a moment and then said, “I think I need to
find out all I can about brain tumors. What causes them,
how they affect things, where they come from? I need
to find out makes them grow and what feeds them? I
have to dig deep and find the information on how to
heal myself. I need to find out what slows them down,
what makes them smaller and breaks them up. If I wait
for the doctors to help me, I’m going to end up dead
and I don’t want to die.” “Well, I don’t want you to
either,” she said. “Okay, let’s do it!”
It didn’t take long before we had compiled a lot of
information. We researched anything and everything
that had to do with brain tumors. We looked through
every medical site we could find. Some of the stuff I
tried to read but didn’t have a clue what it meant.
Finally, it seemed that we had found enough. Now was
the time to put this information together. We were so
focused on this, that a major catastrophe could have
happened around us and we wouldn’t have noticed. I
kept telling myself, “I can beat this! I can beat this!” We
worked on it for almost 2 days. Day and night as much
as we could, we worked because in our minds we were
running out of time. If I went in the hospital there was a
good chance I wasn’t coming out. We started going
through the information, we had to find similarities in all
the documentation. Any data that looked like it fit with
another was put in a pile and we looked at it again. It
was hard, because to look for something that you know
nothing about especially in technical terms is tough.
The one thing we found that was common to all was
glutathione and now we just had to find out what that
was. We searched the net for more information on this
stuff. It came up as a small protein produced by the
body. It said that without it you die and that your life
depends on it. It also said that Glutathione plays a roll in
eliminating many cancers. BINGO! Is this what I was looking for? It said that glutathione is made in the body
by the cells and they need three amino-acids to make it.
• Glutamate
• Glycine
• Cysteine
Wait a minute, I’ve read that somewhere before. Then it
came to me. I ran upstairs and grabbed the
IMMUNOCAL brochure off the dresser. I started to read
it and it said it was an ideal source of cysteine. Hey, is
there a connection here? I needed to find out more
about this stuff. I called the number on the back and
talked to a man whose name was Roger Patola. He
knew a lot more about this glutathione stuff and what it
can do. He told me about some of the testimonies from
people it’s helped and was almost certain it would do the
same for me. I was impressed by what he said. I needed
more information. I told him about what was going on
with me and he suggested getting on it right away. I
did. He sent me as much info as he had and told me to read a book he would send me. I must have read that
brochure 100 times and every time I had more
questions. I kept reading the words McGill University
and well everyone knows that is the #1 hot spot for
science and medical research. I could hardly wait for it
to come. The only thing that bothered me now was the
rest of my medical appointments. What do I do? Do I
take the chance and not go or what?
I struggled with the answer because I had a pretty good
feeling I was going to be subjected to some nasty tests.
That night I laid awake for sometime thinking about
what to do. What if this stuff doesn’t work like he said?
What if I go to the city and get really sick? I had to be
there for 9am. I wanted to put my trust in something
but what? I looked at my wife as she lay sleeping and I
had to think what was best for her as well. I had to
make the most important decision of my life. I prayed for God to give me direction and guidance in what to do
and that his healing hand would be upon me. I had to
have some time to put this together in my mind and the
last thing I wanted to do was focus on dying.
The next day at 5 am, I was awake with a massive
headache. I took some prescribed pills this time and as I
looked in the mirror my eyes were blood red. There was
no white. I had to go to the city. I didn’t want to but if I
had any hope of staying alive for a little while longer I
had to. In case something really bad happened at least I
would have a last resort.
At 6:45am the phone rang, it was the specialist’s office.
My appointment had been changed to next week.
However, I had an appointment with an eye, ear and
nose specialist at St. Michael’s hospital on Thursday and once she had the time, she would call. I found it rather
odd that the timing had been when I really didn’t want
to go anyway. It was like God said be patient and have
faith in what I’m doing.
When I received the information from Roger, I couldn’t
put it down. I read the books, The Ultimate GSH
Handbook by Dr. Jimmy Gutman MD, FACEP and
Breakthrough in Cell-Defense by Dr.Gustavo Bounous
Ph.D., FRCS (C) cover to cover and all the information
on cancer. I couldn’t figure out why other doctors didn’t
know about this stuff. This is medical science type stuff.
Hey, these guys had done their homework and they
were making people well. They tell it like it is. The
testimonies were amazing. The results that people were
having with all kinds of different diseases, not just my
kind, were unbelievable. I knew that we had to give this
stuff a try. I ordered the product IMMUNOCAL and with
the help of Roger decided to start with 4 packets a day.
Then after a week, if I felt okay then I would bump it to
6 packets. I made my first order a rush delivery and had
it next day. I wanted to have at least a full week on the
product before I had to see any more doctors. Just to see if my hunch was right. I wanted to know that this
stuff was real and not just some new fad on the market.
The first week went by and I noticed that my headaches
weren’t as intense and my eyes started to clear up. They
weren’t as red in the morning. I could actually see
white. You know, I was starting to feel good about our
decision in taking this stuff and my wife said that my
color seemed to be coming back. The best thing was I
hadn’t spoken to the big white phone in 3 days. That
was awesome! But the big test was yet to come.
I had scheduled appointments with a number of
different doctors in the city to run tests and a bunch
more scans. My first appointment was with an Eye
Specialist – physician/surgeon. It was a concern that
there may be a lot of pressure from the brain pushing
on my eyes. After a series of tests, about 4 hours worth,
the results came in as mild swelling behind the eye but
no more than what a sinus cold would have. I couldn’t
believe what I just heard. It was like a huge weight was
just lifted off my shoulders. It was hard to keep the joy I
had inside from spilling out onto that guy’s desk. Its
working I thought. IT’S WORKING!!!! He said he’d send
copies to my doctor and I could go. I entered the
hallway with the loudest “YES,” I’m sure they heard it
across the street. The smile that my wife had as I
entered the waiting room was a picture so perfect I can’t explain. It’s like winning the lottery. I ran to her and
hugged her, its working I said it’s working. It had been 20 days since I started and my next
appointment was with an Endocrinologist. After a
number of tests and x-rays and blood work, he said that
if there were any concerns my doctor would be in touch.
I was a little concerned about this because this had
more to do with my disease. I waited for almost a week
before I finally made a call to my doctor asking for the
results. Well, that information you can’t get over the
phone so I had to make an appointment. My visit with him was short. He said that when all the
tests come back we’ll discuss my options. However, he
said that I should have been on chemo by now because
he wanted me to start chemo right away. I said that I
decided to wait and that I was in the process of trying
something non-toxic. He wouldn’t even listen to what I
had to say. He didn’t seem too impressed and would
schedule chemo as soon as possible. I didn’t say
anything at the time but the memory of my dad was
enough for me to shake my head… no way. I ain’t doing
it!
It had been 35 days and my appointment was with a
Neurooncologist, a brain tumor specialist. This was
different. I did a series of mental tests, visual and
memory. I wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for
although he did explain how the tests work and it was
something like when they test for sleeping disorders. All
these wires were connected to my head and then I was
scanned with a machine over and over again. It was
interesting; however, I wasn’t able to get any information from him. Other than he‘ll send his report to
my doctor. That’s great.
Through the whole time, I felt myself getting stronger.
My headaches were getting less and less intense. I felt
the aches and pains in my body going away. I had more
energy. What was transpiring within my body I couldn’t
explain but I knew one thing and that was evident I AM
STILL ALIVE! Thank you Lord, I knew you would be
there when I needed you. Just like the poem, Footprints
In The Sand. I had one thing left to do and that was
having an MRI.
It was now mid July and I continued to take
IMMUNOCAL, 6 packets a day and felt like I was getting
better all the time. My next appointment with my doctor
was to introduce him to IMMUNOCAL. He was insisting
on putting me on chemo and said that it was the only
possible way to slow down the tumor growth. I told him
about what my dad went through and how I watched
him cry with pain. How he wasted away lying in a bed
not even knowing what day it was. I told him how at the
age of 52 he looked like he was 90. Skin and bones was
all he was when he was on the traditional medicine that
is apparently “the only way”. I said that I wasn’t ready
for that, nor did I want to go through it or put my family
through it. You have to listen to me because I’m getting
better I said, I just know it. I showed him the
information on glutathione and told him about the
results I was having. But to him the only way was
traditional medicine for any cancer treatment. I’m not
saying its not, but for me, I choose a different route. We
discuss the pros and con’s of traditional treatments and
although there are some risks involved it was still my
best option. How could I prove to him that there are
alternatives? I showed him the pages in Dr. Gutman’s book and Dr Bounous’s book and asked him what he
knew about glutathione. “Not much,” he said. I asked if
he would read these 2 books and then tell me what he
thought. “NO! Not interested. I’ll tell you what I’m going
to do,” he said. “How long have you been on this natural
product?” “Just over 2 months,” I said. “Okay,” he
continued, “How about if I schedule an MRI to see
where we are and if your tumor has not reduced in size
enough to change my mind then you take the chemo.” I
hesitated for a minute, was I really sure or was I taking
a chance. I knew that I needed the MRI to prove to
myself that it was working but to agree to take chemo if
it wasn’t? Have you heard of an arrow prayer? Now was
the time. Lord, help me here? I need some wisdom in a
hurry, Lord. He stared at me impatiently and then at
that moment I stuck out my hand and made the deal.
“Okay Harold, I’ll set it up and in the mean time there is
one more test I need done.” “Okay, but what about the
other test results. I’m still waiting for some of the
important ones to come in.” It usually takes a couple of
weeks to get results back from the city. If they thought
there were serious issues it would be faster. I looked at
him as if to say maybe I’m right.
I didn’t hear from him for a long time and I was still
taking 6 packets a day however it was months before I
got the call for the test at St. Michael’s hospital. It was a
visual field test requested by the Eye Specialist. It wasn’t
till 3 weeks later the MRI was scheduled. I almost
thought the doctor had forgotten about me. I had to
meet with a doctor at St. Michael’s in the city for a
consultation before my test. He told me about what was
going to happen and how it worked and what to expect.
I had only one question for him. I said, “Sir before I
leave today I need to know the results. Please?” He
paused and said, “When you’re done come back to my
office and we’ll go over it.” “Okay,” I said. The test took
about an hour and then we hustled back to his office.
While we waited the technician who we saw downstairs
had brought in an envelope and gave it to the lady at
the desk. We waited for about half an hour before he
called me in. Have a seat he said. He was looking at my
pictures in the light box and he pointed at something.
He went back to his chart and then back to the picture.
This must be it here, he said. It’s not real big about the
size of a pea. THAT WAS ALL I NEEDED TO HEAR! From
that moment on I knew that I was going to be healed. I
jumped up and had to high five him. The look of shock
on his face was great. I had to explain to him what I
was going through and that this was the one result I
had to know. He smiled and said good luck.
That was without a doubt the happiest day of my life. I
could hardly wait to tell the rest of my family that the
worrying was over and IMMUNOCAL was the reason
behind it. It took me almost 11 months of hope and a
gut feeling. I give thanks to my God for giving me the
wisdom to put my trust in Him and for showing me the road to recovery using IMMUNOCAL. I truly believe
finding that brochure was a Godsend and taking it home
for a reference later, it has to make you think.
My next appointment with my doctor was a pleasure to
attend. We went over all the tests and especially the
latest MRI report. He was quite surprised to see all the
results and was more open to the natural way of healing
for me. Although he was not a believer in natural
products, this one did impress him. He agreed with me
that chemo was not in the picture anymore but wanted
to keep up with the testing to monitor my results. I
thought this was a good idea and agreed to his request.
After almost 7 1/2 years, of hiding in the closet my time
has come to tell others of my battle and victory against
my brain tumor. I have nothing but the highest respect
for Immunotec Research and their world famous doctors
and scientist. Who do their job so well that others may
have a second chance at life! It is an honor to be a part
of this great company and now to be able to tell anyone
who’s willing to listen about a product that has life
changing capabilities. I was introduced to Immunotec’s
first distributor in a meeting in Red Deer AB. This is
what got the ball rolling. She said, “Harold it’s your duty
to tell people your story because there are hundreds and
hundreds of people who need the same hope and
healing you had. You know that you have a message
that people need to hear. That they can relate to, share
the same feelings and personal pain you felt but most of
all, the hope that there is an answer.” She’s right.
Everyone knows of a person through family, a friend or
relative who is critically ill with a disease or sickness and
they need the hope that there is a better way.
Immunotec Research is a company that truly has
people’s wellness at heart.
Believe me, I AM walking proof that it works.
Thank you for reading my story
Harold W Jansma
Burstall SK"